Bitters, Bock and Rye

Rye of the Tiger

There’s a Secret on Polk. Hint: It’s a Bar.

One minute you’re walking down Polk minding your own business. The next you’re running into an unmarked
door that leads to bourbon and hush puppies.

Okay, so maybe less funny and more “that’s exactly what’s going to happen tomorrow night.”

Play hide-and-seek with Bitters, Bock and Rye, a humble, under-the-radar watering hole that plays
hard to get in all the right ways (but mostly ways that involve stiff cocktails), now open on Polk
Street.

Before we go on, we should tell you that this bar is about to become something much bigger than it already
is. You see, they’ll be opening another bar soon in the old Maharani spot. It’ll be huge. It’ll have
house-brewed beer and way too much scotch. It’ll... just have to wait.

Because for now, you’re focusing on that unmarked door. Go ahead and open it. Step inside and look at
those black walls. They’re pretty black. And those big wine barrels are pretty good at replacing bar
tables. And that long bar over there is pretty good at making smoked-jalapeño margaritas and cold drafts of
Trumer Pils materialize in front of you.